The Change of Seasons
April brings in the overcast darkened skies,
and wet days yet to come.
Rainy days linger, and don't allow the
slightest peek, from the rising sun.
A beautiful Monarch butterfly is resting still
on a Wisteria vine.
Taking in her fragrant scents, that are so
deliciously divine.
The days turn into months, as the seasons
brings in climatic changes.
Mother Nature then waves her wand
shortening her days, as she watches falling
leaves do their spiral dances.
Vibrant hues transcend upon the picturesque
landscape imagery, as ripened leaf colors, overwhelm
leaving a visual memory.
A bright harvest moon adorns, the silhouette
of a night owl, perched on a branch.
Watching this outstanding image, and
savoring this once in a lifetime surreal glance.
This wet weather has hugged the pumpkins,
with a covering of frost.
No abundant harvest this fall, as farmers
sadly give up, their cherished crops.
As time progresses, there is a burnt leaf smell
lingering in the frigid air, and a cold shivering
gusty north wind blowing, through my hair.
The light snow starts falling, creating a white
canvassed impression,
As children play and make snowmen, in this
wintery illustration.
Michael Tor
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